Moonlit Space

My boundaries are like silver threads,
A fabric that divides day from night, yet lets the light seep through.
Every wall is not a defense,
But a golden circle where my independence blooms.
“No” is not a barrier, it’s an enchanted stone,
On which I step, creating paths toward my own space.
I am like the ocean – vast, untamed,
Yet full of mysteries, ready to open my waters to new travelers.


Boundaries are my jewels,
I raise them like marble towers, unafraid to close their gates.
I say “no” like the whisper of wind,
And then my world resounds with music full of harmony.
I deserve this space, like the moon deserves the night sky,
Everything precious is here – within my sphere of peace.
I don’t need to divide myself with anyone,
For boundaries are my right, my own world.


Boundaries are like patterns upon the surface of water,
Calm yet powerful, like reflections in a mirror.
“No” is not fear, but an ancient ritual,
That lets me bloom in perfect silence, without the need for borrowed words.
I honor myself like a temple deep within the forest,
I don’t need to share my secrets, nor shine for the world outside.
My world is a sacred circle,
Where I feel safe, strong, and ready for each new day.


Boundaries are my jewels,
I raise them like marble towers, unafraid to close their gates.
I say “no” like the whisper of wind,
And then my world resounds with music full of harmony.
I deserve this space, like the moon deserves the night sky,
Everything precious is here – within my sphere of peace.
I don’t need to divide myself with anyone,
For boundaries are my right, my own world.